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When She Called the Game

Her mother had been suspicious, He'd seemed a bit fictitious. His anger soon did match his brawn, His rage was quite devout, Her hidden tears and bruises' spawn, Gave up her life to doubt. The morning came that she was gone, She'd turned the ship about. Three strikes upon three strikes upon The fact that he was out. December 9, 2016 For the contest 'Quote Prompt II' sponsored by Laura Loo

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Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 12/18/2016 10:50:00 AM

Great. Congratulations, Kai

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/18/2016 5:36:00 PM

Kai, thank you. Probably a tall order for a male to put himself in the place of a female. I tried.

Afzal Nusker

Date: 12/18/2016 12:12:00 AM

Congrats on your win with this wonderful way of expression.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/18/2016 9:48:00 AM

Thanks, Afzal. : ) Cheers, Doug.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/17/2016 5:28:00 PM

Well expressed, congrats.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/17/2016 6:27:00 PM

Thank you, Richard. It's often hard to quit on a relationship, and - all other things being equal - I'd say that's not a bad thing. Abuse, of course, is another matter, and there (hopefully) a tipping point comes when it's all over.

Anu Nayak

Date: 12/17/2016 1:37:00 PM

Dear Doug, awesome:) Congrats on your win!! love, Anu:)

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/17/2016 6:25:00 PM

: ) Hi Anu. I'm glad you read it, and thank you.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/11/2016 8:04:00 PM

Cool write, Doug. That quote worked great for you!

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/17/2016 6:22:00 PM

Hey Andrea. : ) Thanks!

Roy Merritt

Date: 12/10/2016 8:11:00 PM

A somewhat humorous take from my perspective on infidelity and perhaps domestic abuse which one might expect leads to the inevitable.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/11/2016 12:55:00 AM

Hi Roy. I didn't mean to sound humorous, and without voice inflection or body language being perceived, the first 2 lines do seem to be ambiguous (at least), as far as humor. I was stubborn about trying to reverse the rhyme scheme of a sonnet.

Paloma P

Date: 12/10/2016 6:56:00 AM

Serious subject matter with a flamboyant flair. Distinctively you. Good luck.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 7:46:00 PM

Me either. It's one of those deals where there is an ocean of pain out there, if we think about it. To varying degrees, our lives are separated from it. Or not.

Paloma P
Date: 12/10/2016 8:26:00 AM

I concur, but have naught an answer.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 7:13:00 AM

Our societal consciousness is fractured - where will the pieces go?

Darren White

Date: 12/10/2016 3:40:00 AM

Three strikes upon, three stikes upon.... and out... Strong poem, Doug! I like the cadence in the poem, with the 4-3 stressed syllables in the last two stanzas

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 6:30:00 AM

Thank you, Darren. I often gravitate toward the 4-3 feet thing, coming up against it when trying for pentameter, let us say.

Brendan Solomon

Date: 12/10/2016 12:38:00 AM

Great poem Doug, I am new to the soup, and am with Budgie at the moment, he says Hi too.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 6:22:00 AM

Hahahahahaaa! Sweet!

Brendan Solomon
Date: 12/10/2016 1:02:00 AM

lol, That's the name of our band. The Budgie Smugglers.

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/10/2016 12:58:00 AM

Hi Brendan. : ) If you're in the Southern Hemisphere, then soon you'll be wearing a Budgie Smuggler.